001. voice

[curseking]

Why, exactly, should I waste my time running around in search of an imaginary, wish-granting gem?

[The disgruntled voice you're hearing belongs to Mitsunari Ishida. As haranguing townsfolk has ultimately gotten him nowhere, he's finally taken a look at the apparently magic journal he woke up with. The accompanying note from "Scurvey Dog" has cleared up a couple of things, but the answers aren't quite what he wanted to hear.]

I detest pirates, I detest this absurd place, and all I "wish" for is to know one thing: where I will find the man known as Ieyasu Tokugawa.

For the sake of Lord Hideyoshi, inform me of his whereabouts at once!

[Clearly someone isn't in the mood for smalltalk. There's no "thank you for your time" after this message or anything. That's that.]

Comments

voice; i am literally the latest person.

[keyworddouble]

My circumstances allow for me to be present mentally but not always physically.

[Philip you might want to embellish on that. For serious.]

voice; it's fine <3

[curseking]

[He's certainly intrigued.]

What sort of circumstances? Are you capable of telepathy?

voice; <3

[keyworddouble]

In a sense. [He frowns, trying to discern how wise it is to... actually natter about Rider shit to a stranger.]

voice;

[curseking]

An answer so vague is hardly an answer at all.

[Be nice, Mitsunari. That's not how you get people to talk about themselves.]

voice;

[keyworddouble]

My partner and I share an uncommon ability that in certain circumstances allows us to communicate telepathically. It's not an ability I have as a blanket statement.